Lampoon’s Stuff
He got on at Park and sat in the last car.
She got on at Park and sat in the last car.
When he went over the bridge he smiled. She laughed aloud. At Kendall she crossed her legs. He crossed his fingers. At Central he had her phone number. She had his watch. When they reached Harvard he offered to take her home. He kissed on the front porch. Then he went back to Ridgely Annex and cut one more notch in his shoe trees.
“I guess it’s my personality,” he thought as he tumbled into bed.
“I guess it’s my smile,” she thought as she tumbled into bed.
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